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"Oh," sadness swept over her. "My mother died about two years ago, It was the same week as my ninth birthday."

Her father's words echoed in her brain "Don't you remember your ninth birthday?"

She shook it off. "I miss her horribly. She was the only thing that stood between me and my father.
We would always share our thoughts and feelings with each other, she was my confidant.
When she died, part of me died with her."

She paused.

"I've never talked about it before.
Didn't have anyone to talk to I guess..."

Indala had to stop herself from rejecting Tamara's hug.
Rejecting sympathy was the way she defended herself when she felt her emotions starting to run over, but this time something was different.
If the things she had gleaned about Tamara were correct, she would understand her feelings and thoughts about everything better than anyone else.
And setting aside her possible talents, Tammy was a genuine friend, someone who really cared about her.
It had been so long...

The tears gathered at the corners of Indala's eyes and she accepted Tamara's hug and returned it, setting her head on her shoulder.
The numbness she had felt for years cracked.
Silent tears flowed down her face, as feeling finally came rushing back and overtook her usually flawless control.
Had Tamara not been holding her up she would have fallen to the floor.


"He threatened to take control of my thoughts..." she whispered almost inaudibly.

"What if no one is there? What if he does, how would anyone know?"
The panic was draining out of her now, and a longing for knowledge was replacing it.
She stepped back from Tamara and looked her in the eyes.
" You have to teach me. Anything. Whatever will help me." She wiped the water off of her face as an owl squawked behind them.
"I'm not sure what I can do for you in return , but I need this. I need to know how to defend myself and others from him. I'll do whatever it takes."

Indala finished wiping away tears with her sleeve and gave a halfhearted laugh when Tamara spoke about keeping her fit for Will.
"I don't care what's legal anymore...."

After hearing that Tamara was willing to help her learn to defend herself she hugged her.
" Thank you, Tamara. " She let go and looked out of the window down upon Hogwarts's grounds.
"Just so you know, If you ever need someone to talk to I'm here for you as well."

Indala nodded understanding.
"That sounds like it would work wonderfully.
Do you need me to bring anything?" She was still in shock that Tamara was willing to go to these lengths to help her.

Father won't know what hit him, she thought a smirk on her face.
Before all of this is over, I intend for you, dear father, to meet Aurthur Radcliffe face-to-face.

"Alright, I guess I will see you there later than." She paused before turning to leave.
"Hey, Tamara. Please keep all of that secret. I'd like to talk to Will on my own, if you know what I mean. And, thanks again. For everything."
She walked toward the exit and down the stairs, out of sight.

❝ So you think you can love me and leave me to die? ❞

A cool misty breath escaped from Blake's lips, tucking in his Gryffindor scarf to his mouth. His blue green eyes carefully watching the slippery steps of the Owlery. Equipped with a scarf, gloves and a warm cloak, he still felt unprepared for the cold morning. In his hand was a letter to be sent to his parents. A brief summary in which he was insisted to write upon his sister. Even though Alex was more in tune with the nature, the cold air was not a friend of hers so Blake was left to do the dirty work. Rubbing his hands together for some added warmth, the letter tucked beneath his arm, he entered the owlery. There were so many owl droppings in the tower that it resembled one giant candle. But instead of melted wax, it was owl poop. The air inside the tower was as cold as it was outside, maybe even colder. The openings spread throughout the tower spread gusts of air every now and then, sending chills down Blake's spine. Even though a purebred English man, Blake couldn't get accustomed to the dark and gloomy weather in which was set upon Europe ever year. Perhaps it is the fault of his sister. They were split upon the same embryo of course. She must have most likely kept the traits in which kept the majority of their bodies warm in extreme conditions. And yet here he was in the cold morning. Alone.

It being his first time to such a place, he took a small walk around the first floor, completely forgetting the task that he was set upon. So many owls, wether it was real or statues. Despite some being made out of stone, they still penetrated through Blake with those peircing omniscient glaze. Such intellectual looking beings. Yet if only their looks matched their wits. Out of all of the animal kingdom, owls were probably one of the most misjudged on. They did not lack in brains per se but it was like teaching a grown dog how to sit, stay still and roll over when in their entire lives they did not live through such orders.

His soft, sweet voice hummed the Hogwarts school theme song. It had been a favorite chant of his parents as they couldn't get enough of their young, ingenuous lives. Blake had memorized the song by heart, coming a close second to a llulaby or the Montrose Magpies anthem. Thank the heavens he was blessed with a god given voice. If it weren't for that, the twins would have some unhappy campers at weddings in which they so often attended, singing songs to the bride and groom. Apparantly it was more pleasing to the crowd having two siblings, and twins, to be singing a duet. Their voices complementing the other's in perfect harmony.

As the song came to a close, Blake heard something else. No it was not the screaching of the owls nor the sound of talons to metal as they landed inside the towel. It was another voice. A familiar one at that. The letter still tucked beneath his arm, Blake lifted his face to the upper levels of the tower, trying to find the source of the voice. A young blond his age suddenly made her way down the stairs, the usual books and trusted mouse accompanying her. Hiding beneath the stairs, he waited for his chance to surprise her but it turns out that the steps beat him to it, tripping the young Adele to the floor. He chuckled silently and revealed himsellf from his hiding spot. A frown ruined his young handsome face spoting some blood on his friend's knee. ❝Are you alright Adele?❞ While Adele tended to her things, Blake took a look at the small scratch. This is why girl's shouldn't wear skirts... He thought to himself examining the wound. His father had done a healing spell on the twins numerous occasions but at the moment it wouldn't pop up in his head. It wouldn't matter anyway though, a first year wouldn't be capable of doing sixth year magic in his first week of school.